It Is The Nature Of Those Books

Art Is Always An Energy Exchange.

Jealousy Is All The Fun You Think They Had.

There Is Nothing Fiercer Than A Failed Artist. The Energy Remains, But, Having No Outlet, It Implodes In A Great Black Fart Of Rage Which Smokes Up All The Inner Windows Of The Soul. Horrible As Successful Artists Often Are, There Is Nothing Crueler Or More Vain Than A Failed Artist.

It Is Not Surprising That Venice Is Known Above All For Mirrors And Glass Since Venice Is The Most Narcissistic City In The World, The City That Celebrates Self-mirroring.

Writers Are Doubters, Compulsives, Self-flagellants. The Torture Only Stops For Brief Moments.